You seem quite nice for a girl with good looks
And I’m the kinda fellow that’ll make you feel better when your life gets shook
So give it a chance according to your plans
I bet I'm not number one on your list to kiss, but please understand
Alicia walked into the room, a pissed look on her pretty face. She was probably the prettiest girl in the entire school, along with being one of the most popular girls. She's not one of those snooty kind of girls, but she hangs out with them. Me, on the other hand, I'm cute, to some people. I've got a lot of friends, but I'm not all that popular.
I think.
Alicia sat down in the desk next to mine. I looked over at her as she angrily opened her notebook and scribbled down the bellwork. As curious as I was, I tapped on the corner of her desk. She looked up at me.
"'What do you want Bieber?" she spat. I held my hands up, as if I was surrendering and looked forward.
"Nevermind." I muttered, and wrote the bellwork on my clean sheet of paper. Alicia muttered something, and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Whats wrong?" I asked, not looking up. I could see Alicia looking over at me. I looked up and over at her. Her face seemed to soften a bit, so she didn't look at pissed as she did when she entered the room.
"What?" she asked.
"What is wrong?" I asked again. "You seem pissed off."
"Oh.." Alicia said, looking over at the board. "My family's just kind of making me mad.." I nodded.
"What are they doing?" I asked.
"I don't want to talk about it.." Alicia said. I nodded again.
"Thats fine." I said. "I just wanted to know." I finished my bellwork, and popped a rubber band over at Ryan. It smacked his arm, and he flinthced. He picked it up off the floor, and popped it back at me. It smacked the tip of my finger, and I busted out laughing as I popped it back.
"Your dead after class!" I whispered as the bell rang for class to start.
You seem quite shy, but you’re oh so cute
And I’m the kind of girl that would love to be yours if you asked me to
So just take a chance, try to hold my hand
I swear I’d never let go
Just let me know if you’d be my man
>>Alicia<<
All throughout class, Justin Bieber and Ryan Butler messed with each other. It was funny cause Ryan ws sitting in the front of the room, Justin sitting in the back. I found myself laughing lightly at them, forgetting the fact that I was mad.
Justin looked over at me, his carmel colored eyes shinning as he saw me laughing. He handed the rubber band to me, and I shook my head.
"I can't pop a rubber band," I said in a hushed tone. "I'll hit you." Justin shrugged, and took my hand in his to show me the proper way to hold it. I wasn't able to pay attention.
He was holding my hand.
"Got it?" He whispered. I looked at him, feeling my face heat up. I had no idea what he said.
"Got it." I lied. Justin leaned back, giving me a clear shot to Ryan's elbow that sat on his desk. I pulled the rubber band back, and released it. I looked over at Justin, who had a worried look on his face.
"What-"
"Miss. Alicia!" the teacher bellowed. I looked over to see her holding the rubber band imbetween her thumb and index finger. I gave her a weak smile, and stood to my feet.
